MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me-Chapter 4 She is not doing her job to move bricks (4)

  Chapter 4 She is not doing her job to move bricks (4)

  Like a fried rabbit.

  Mu Junchen had such an inopportune thought in his heart. He only felt that the ponytail was shaking and gave him a headache. Seeing the girl wanted to run, his fingers clenched the kite unconsciously, his knuckles turned white, and he said coldly, "Stop."

Ruan Youan really wanted to slip away, but she was reluctant to give up the kite. In addition, this person threatened her. She stood in a dilemma for a while, her eyes fixed on the kite, hesitated, and cautiously probed: "You are mine. ... black powder?"

   "Black powder?"

Mu Junchen's side face melted into the light and shadow, and half fell into the shadow of the plane tree. The lines were sharp and clear, the skin was extremely white, and the color of the lips was so bright that it formed a strange sense of bewitchment. Character.

   "Aren't you?" Seeing that Mu Junchen didn't answer for a while, Ruan You'an breathed a sigh of relief, her brows were a little happy, she said, why are you a black fan with a face like this, it's better to debut as an idol directly.

  Mu Junchen's cold fingertips slowly rubbed the edges and corners of the kite. He felt that the word "black powder" was a bit ridiculous. His eyes kept falling on Ruan You'an, and he never moved away, showing a sharp aggression.

   Those eyes were too dark, as if they could easily cut flesh and blood into the bones, Ruan Youan always felt that this person looked at her strangely, and could not tell.

But she didn't do anything. She just dropped a kite, and she didn't hit the man on purpose. Ruan Youan felt that she was really wronged, as if someone can't stare at people, so Ruan Youan also stared at him. he.

   His eyes met for a while, and the atmosphere was subtle. Mu Junchen suddenly laughed. Even his smile looked like he was angry, which was hard to fathom.

   Ruan Youan lost her memory.

   She forgot about him.

   Mu Junchen realized this very clearly, stared at the girl's clear and translucent almond eyes, so clean that he could see the bottom at a glance, completely different from him, his fingertips on the wheelchair tightened for a moment.

   "Yeah." He spoke lightly, his voice was low, and he couldn't tell whether it was indifference or sarcasm: "I'm your black fan."

   At that moment, Ruan You'an didn't know whether it was because of her brain twitching or something. She stared straight at the person in front of her and asked seriously, "Can I ask you a question?"

   Mu Junchen narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"Are you gangsters committing crimes, or are you acting alone?" Ruan Youan looked around, got closer to the man, leaned over nervously, and deliberately lowered her voice, adding a bit of dignified suspicion to the atmosphere." Are there any plans for me next time?"

  “…”

  What is she a black fan?

She got a little closer, Mu Junchen could even see her eyelashes clearly, her skin was white and delicate, the next second Mu Junchen pushed her away mercilessly, with a thin voice: "I'm sorry, we are just like black powder. Don't sell information."

   When Ruan Youan approached, he smelled a nice light fragrance on the man's body. It was moist and slightly cold, like a handful of first snow.

   After deliberation, he came up with a compromise solution, and said sincerely, "I can buy it with money, do you think it's okay?"

   Mu Junchen was expressionless.

   "You don't touch porcelain, do you?" Ruan Youan glanced at him suspiciously, and a guess slowly emerged in her heart. The more she thought about it, the more likely it became. She frowned and accused, "You black fan is not professional at all."

   Mu Junchen nodded slowly, his tone inexplicable: "I touch porcelain?"

   "I don't have any money if you touch porcelain, I'm poor."

The tone of    sounded a little proud.

   Mu Junchen hummed, his face expressionless: "I'll just touch porcelain."

   Ruan Youan glared at him, somewhat believing that this person was really a black fan. She felt that this was mocking her, so she mocked her back.

   "Are you the little princess?"

  The man is sitting in a wheelchair, his face is stern and delicate, and his body is thin. Wearing that shirt always makes people feel thin, like the moon in the night sky. If it weren't for those legs, he would have been very handsome.

   Hearing that sentence, he didn't react at all, his long eyelashes cast shadows, his eyes were pitch-black, and he looked at her as sharp as gold and jade.

   Ruan Youan was much taller than Mu Junchen when she stood like this. She glanced at the man's legs uncomfortably. She didn't say anything excessive, right?

After hesitating for a few seconds, the girl simply squatted down, leaned against the tree, and looked at Mu Junchen with her face in her hands, feeling that it was necessary to change the subject, thinking of the smell she had just smelled on him, she couldn't help asking, "What's on you? Fragrance? It smells pretty good."

   As soon as the voice fell, the face of the person who had not responded suddenly turned gloomy for some reason, the anger at the corners of his eyes and brows was a little terrifying, his long fingers were clasped on the wheelchair, and he called out, "Lu Jiu."

  Lu Jiu was watching a play not far away, and when he heard the voice of his employer, he quickly packed up the seeds and came over.

   "Go." Mu Junchen spit out a word, without giving Ruan Youan a glance from beginning to end.

  Yeah, with this look on his face, you can tell from a glance that the two of them haven't had a good talk.

  Lu Jiu was used to it, smiled and nodded to Ruan Youan, then pushed the wheelchair numbly and walked out.

   Ruan Youan: "…"

  The conscience of heaven and earth, she just wanted to know what brand it was!

   She didn't say anything bad again!

   "Why are you like this?" Ruan Youan couldn't believe it, "Can you make some sense!"

  Mu Junchen sarcastically, his voice was hoarse: "What's your reasoning with the black fans?"

  “…” Yes, it makes sense.

   It wasn't until Lu Jiu pushed the man away that Ruan Youan remembered something, and looked down at the lines in her hand, where is her kite? !

   The health pot was dying of anger, and the resentment was blowing a cool breeze in her ear: "Stop the kite, it's hard to meet, and the contact information is not available, what should I do in the future!"

   "You asked me to save the black fans, why didn't you let me save the world?" Ruan Youan frowned and was depressed.

   The health pot cheered her up: "You must be self-aware when making a pot. Don't be afraid, rush forward boldly and break into the enemy's interior to disintegrate the black fans!"

  “…”

   When he woke up, he not only lost his memory but also had a black fan debt.

   Little poor life is so hard.

   At nine o'clock at night, Ruan Youan wrote a diary, she thought for a few seconds, and wrote stroke by stroke in the notebook—

   I met a thief today and stole my kite.

   He is my black fan.

   should have wanted to take this opportunity to retaliate against me.

   Ruan Youan snorted and thought about it again, the stern face flashed in front of her eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally added a sentence.

  The thief looks a little good.

"Ruan You'an, aren't you naive? You still write this kind of diary for a primary school student." Wu Nai just came back from buying wontons, and saw the girl biting her pen cap and concentrating on writing something. He glanced at it and saw only the top one. That row: July 12, Monday, sunny.

  This format is really... quite orthodox, Wu Nai couldn't help but talk.

   Ruan Youan was so frightened that she subconsciously closed the book and slapped Wu Nai on the body.

  Unfortunately—

   (end of this chapter)